The pain did not reduce.
That was the thing he noticed first when the adrenaline of the altar's activation, Fenrir's summon, and the quiet work of sitting still had finished doing what adrenaline did when it ran out.
The pain was supposed to reduce. The conversion process was running at full, his body had been stabilizing for hours, Luton's seal over the wound was maintaining its integrity, and by every measure he had experience with, the injury should have been moving from critical toward manageable by now.
It was not.
